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Sep 2022
around the chilly moon,
and its blizzarding blaze,
were pinhole stars that
slept soundly within its waves.

a moving milky daze.
crescive cloud's march
into moon's light-
it was a blessing in the haze.
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
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